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Lobby boy, pistol in my cargo pants Still riding dirty, I'm connected to them kilograms, kilos man I'm certified, flying in that ufo Day dreaming, still hugging on my 44 I shit on niggers, treat them like they groupie hoes The hand of God, smack rappers out this timezone Forgive me lord, don't let the devil come and take my soul To my enemies, fuck them hope they die slow I'm bout that life, yes homie, I'm bout that life See this benz gonna make that bitch give up her mouth tonight Darn shit, is some Louis Vuitton [?] And fuck if you ain't never like me [?] We run and wait, we at the track We sip and work, just like an acrobat We so athletic, Michael Vick, Now where my dogs, Michael Vick Game time, we do arenas, look at my chain, it's also [?] We so athletic, we so athletic We flip that work, we so athletic They say I'm talking money all the time But if you ain't talking money then you stolen time They also say I'm crazy, [?] line I got a San Francisco chopper give you 49 [?] lag, hop off another flight Told her get my bags, hop on another flight Letras de cancionesPretty v's, 2 40 racks Pretty [?] 2 40 for the pack That crib life, we fighting crime That's what she like, my icy [?] It's not the same, these niggers selling blow up, eww Who got the game, cause we can tell it's blow up We run and wait, we at the track We sip and work, just like an acrobat We so athletic, Michael Vick, Now where my dogs, Michael Vick Game time, we do arenas, look at my chain, it's also [?] We so athletic, we so athletic We flip that work, we so athletic. From Letras Mania